Intrusive

My mind works in strange ways.

The cogs turning endlessly, repeating time over itself –

Linking screws in a ceaseless attempt

To fuse together the past and present.

Memories melting together, shattering to shreds

Only to be glued together again

By the tears of countless entities.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't delusional.

I'm losing my mind

To hate what millions have,

In my nine to five job, I'm overworked

And overwhelmed with the beef I cause

Between my conscience and my impulses.

Ranting on forever, an eternal Karen –

But then who is the manager, and who, the worker?

All fused together by the past and the present,

And perhaps the future plays a part too.

Melting on my tongue like a bitter pill,

All I know is that I know nothing,

I am nothing.

Nothing in the rotation of the Great Perhaps

Dihaan Khan is a student of Maple Leaf Intl. School.